Caught
Between what is rational and what is not. A dilemma I have no idea how to approach. I'd never thought I'd have to journey this way, but apparently this is another step towards the everlasting interesting-ness that is life. I love it. I love that it makes me feel, makes me think, makes me feel alive! No matter how shitty something can be, it's so damn beautiful.
I have such a respect for life. When I can live a whole day without learning something, I'm ready for death.
Did I mention emotions are complicated? So is information. The knowledge of what is and what isn't is such a powerful undertone. I think many don't realize the true power here, then again, maybe you do!
What the hell am I trying to say? My brain has been put in such a strange place; like it went through a portal to the middle of nowhere. And now, no matter which direction it goes, it can only wonder if it's getting closer to where it used to be. It's such an unexplored area, and every new turn is something totally different. The beauty of it is what a fascinating experience. And perhaps, my mind hasn't really gone anywhere. It feels like it has, but I don't think I'm gone. Vacant, maybe, but not gone.
Hmm... "I don't think I'm gone." I just puzzled myself. Does anyone know if they're gone? I just asked myself, what the hell does that mean? Good question. Maybe it's an interpretive thing. A question only you have the answer to. Or maybe you never really pondered it. Maybe all of this is completely irrelevant information, and I'm wasting precious energy on absolutely nothing. What if all thoughts were nothing? What if, just for a moment, nothing really mattered?
Does that mean people don't either? After all, that's what separates us from the other "species" of the earth. Maybe.
Maybe I don't matter. That's an interesting thought. I bet this thought could kill someone who thought of themselves. Why is that? A thought, attached to words, free flowing, only interpretive information that conveys a meaning.
Thoughts. Thoughts lead to words. Words lead to meaning. Meaning. Meaning this has nothing to do with anything. Anything. Anything leads to nothing. Which means, thoughts are nothing. But nothing is something. So maybe people really are composed of thoughts, words, meaning, anything, nothing, something.
Still reading? I'll reward you by stopping :P I just needed a little exercise with myself.
I have such a respect for life. When I can live a whole day without learning something, I'm ready for death.
Did I mention emotions are complicated? So is information. The knowledge of what is and what isn't is such a powerful undertone. I think many don't realize the true power here, then again, maybe you do!
What the hell am I trying to say? My brain has been put in such a strange place; like it went through a portal to the middle of nowhere. And now, no matter which direction it goes, it can only wonder if it's getting closer to where it used to be. It's such an unexplored area, and every new turn is something totally different. The beauty of it is what a fascinating experience. And perhaps, my mind hasn't really gone anywhere. It feels like it has, but I don't think I'm gone. Vacant, maybe, but not gone.
Hmm... "I don't think I'm gone." I just puzzled myself. Does anyone know if they're gone? I just asked myself, what the hell does that mean? Good question. Maybe it's an interpretive thing. A question only you have the answer to. Or maybe you never really pondered it. Maybe all of this is completely irrelevant information, and I'm wasting precious energy on absolutely nothing. What if all thoughts were nothing? What if, just for a moment, nothing really mattered?
Does that mean people don't either? After all, that's what separates us from the other "species" of the earth. Maybe.
Maybe I don't matter. That's an interesting thought. I bet this thought could kill someone who thought of themselves. Why is that? A thought, attached to words, free flowing, only interpretive information that conveys a meaning.
Thoughts. Thoughts lead to words. Words lead to meaning. Meaning. Meaning this has nothing to do with anything. Anything. Anything leads to nothing. Which means, thoughts are nothing. But nothing is something. So maybe people really are composed of thoughts, words, meaning, anything, nothing, something.
Still reading? I'll reward you by stopping :P I just needed a little exercise with myself.